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THE JOKE It was like a scene from a courtroom drama: crowded and shrouded in commotion & anxiety. Few minutes later, heads turned and silence ensued as THE VICTIM entered the room. She looked pathetic; her eyes blackened, her face wounded, her hair a terrible mess, her clothes tattered and bloodstained, yet, the one thing that stood out was she, herself. She looked lost, like in a trance or under a lot of sedatives. She took her seat in the centre, surrounded by different people forming a circular arrangement around her. She eventually spoke.